Chapter 20!
i can not tell you how pissed i was at the begining of RB on thursday wen Traci told Andy to forget about Sam (though i was sooo happy when Andy said it was 'the best mistake of her life') but the ending made up for it.
Luke leaving was a Yay moment for me. though i did muster enough compassion to feel bad for the guy. :(
and not to mension how EXCITED i am for next weeks epi!
Andy. Sam. Sudbury. Alone... almost... YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! ahahhaahhaa :)
Rookie Blue and its original concepts do not belong to moi :)
Enjoy!
I enjoyed her company and she seemed to enjoy mine.
I was happy with her. Happier then I had even been with any other woman I had come across in the past.
I let her in closer than I had let my own family, and for once in my life, I felt complete. Truly complete. And somewhere in my heart I knew that she was the one I wanted to marry and start my own family with.
I felt so much for her, so much more than I felt for anyone else.
In fact, the only other person I ever felt that for was now lying in a hospital bed just like Camille.
Just like Camille.
I sighed with the admission.
It was just like Camille, despite the number of times Jerry and Oliver tried to tell me otherwise.
I raised my head from my hands to look at the fragile looking woman in the bed before me.
Her chest was rising and falling with each breath, and that was what kept me relatively calm. The sound of her breathing. The solid rhythm of it.
I found myself trying to match my breathing to hers, and for a long moment, the only sound in the room was breathing.
Hers and mine, perfectly in sync. Just like we were... are... that was undeniable.
I tried to think back to see if I had done the same with Camille in her hospital room, but I couldn't recall the memory.
I could remember the many days I spent on an uncomfortable hospital chair by her side, talking to her relentlessly.
Now that I think of it, I don't think there was ever that silence with me and Camille.
There was always some sort of a conversation going even thought it was almost completely one sided. Call it wishful thinking, but I thought that if I kept up a steady conversation, she'd wake up and at least tell me to shut the hell up.
Which, now that I think about it, would be incredibly ironic because it was usually her who kept up the conversations.
With Andy, it was quite the opposite.
Where Camille had chattered on endlessly, Andy was a woman of few words. Where Camille left me knowing exactly what she was thinking, Andy left me wondering what was going through her head at the moment.
Where Camille had been completely outgoing, Andy was a bit more reserved. Where Camille and I shared outright grins, Andy and I shared small smiles of a deeper understanding.
I sighed deeply and focused more intently on Andy lying in the bed.
Sure, they were similar in some aspects. Like the fact that they are both beautiful brunettes with deep brown eyes and mesmerizing smiles.
But when I looked deeper, past their physical appearances, they weren't all that much alike at all.
I held on to that. They weren't all that much alike at all.
They are two different people in similar situations. Similar, not the exact same.
I need to hold on to the fact that this won't end the way it did with Camille. I knew that I had to. But at times it was just so damn hard.
I let myself fall in love once and had to watch her slip away when I could do much about it. Kinda like trying to hold onto water.
It was impossible, because every time you think you have a handful, it just slips through your fingers.
No. A voice in my head all but growled.
It was not going to happen this time. I was not going to watch Andy slip away from me.
I'll use a fucking bucket if I have to to keep her from slipping through my fingers.
With my newly found grasp on things, I decided to stop throwing myself a freaking pity party; thinking about my past, wallowing over Camille all over again.
I'm going to stop all of that because there are more important things that I could be doing. Like being with Andy.
What was that they said about comatose patients?
Oh yea, that you should talk to them because they can hear you... well probably hear you.
If that was true, Andy was listening to a whole lot of nothing right now. And that, would make Andy freak out.
As I thought that, a small smile played at the corners of my mouth.
Yea, it would. That's my rookie I thought fondly.
Still smiling, I got up to drag my chair even closer to Andy's bed so that I was right up next to it.
I sat down on the end of the chair and balanced my elbows on the bed as I rested my chin on my knuckles.
For a moment I just looked at her beautiful face.
I took a deep breath before I cleared my throat.
"I was a rookie at 15th division about 4, 4 and a half years ago," I began.
"Me, Jerry, Oliver, Noelle, we all had just graduated from the academy together. We were all pretty ecstatic that we had not only made it, but that we would be working together."
"Yes," I said grinning as I heard the question that she would undoubtedly ask in my head. "I, Sam Swarek, was glad that I was working together with the others."
I paused for a moment before I continued.
"You see, I trusted these guys a lot, and that was big for me. I never work with someone I don't trust."
Biggest understatement of the year, I thought grimly.
"Jerry and I go way way back since like pre-school, so I had no trouble trusting him. Oliver and Noelle I met at the academy and we hit it off pretty well, and I slowly built my trust in them also."
"The four of us were tight. Well Jerry and I were always like that, but we opened our circle to Oliver and Noelle."
"And it was great. We always had each others backs no matter what. Like this one time where Noelle punched some other guy at the academy, we had her back even though we knew we'd have to suffer the consequences as well."
"But let me tell you," I gave a short laugh. "Noelle probably didn't need our help at all. She clocked that guy and we could practically see the birds circling his head as he went down. It was hilarious."
I grinned at the memory. Though the guy, Chuck Delvers I believe was his name, had about three of his groupies with him at the time, I'm pretty sure Noelle could have handled them on her own.
I looked down at Andy's still unresponsive form as I paused again, wondering if I should continue to say what I was going to, but I eventually did.
"There was a fifth person in our group, a guy. Me and him got close pretty quickly. Jerry, and Oliver didn't really like him all that much but they didn't object to him being our fifth."
"I always wondered why we kind of hit it off. Though we were very different from each other, we were also very much alike."
"The same short temper, the same need to be right all the time, to be able to defeat and conquer, the same sharp tongue."
"I remember Noelle laughing about it one time. She was saying how we were like long lost brothers or something, which was especially ridiculous seeing as how we looked nothing alike. We all laughed about it together."
"We only found out much later that what Noelle said wasn't as ridiculous as we had originally thought."
"Needless to say, that one fact changed everything between us. The day before we graduated, they post a list telling us where we were going once we did graduate."
I attempted a weak smile.
"Pissed off wouldn't begin to describe what I felt when I read his name on the same list as the one mine was on."
"I could feel the tension building up as I read those two words posted on the same 15th division list over and over again."
"Luke Callaghan."
Hope you liked it!
and yes i dropped a MAJOR bomb :D i know i know im evil! just to keep you on your toes though :)
dont worry, there are alot more surprises where that one came from. its from what i call my surprise story twister vault (SSTV) aka my twisted brain. lol :D
anyyyways toodaloo for now!
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